For a city which is steeped in 20th century history and with an eclectic assortment of architecture, chancing upon this architectural beauty in the heart of Berlin was not surprising. But realizing that it was actually a Holocaust memorial constructed in the memory of all the Jews murdered by Hitler’s Nazi regime was disquieting. The concrete blocks called steles kept getting bigger and bigger as I weaved through them to the center of the memorial, and I was increasingly gripped with a sense of isolation and dejection. This depressing but architecturally interesting memorial serves as a stark reminder to the Germans of that period of history which they would rather forget.